26: Entering the Night Market Again, Three Secret Books

Jingan District, Night Market.

After leaving Minqiao Building, Yang Dian took on the task of patrolling Jin'an District and was always ready to support other public security teams.

There was no other way; the Special Administration Bureau only had a few people at the moment.

It wasn't realistic for them to go door-to-door to apprehend people.

They could only let the public security teams go door-to-door, while they served as a mobile support team, providing timely assistance when other teams encountered problems.

As for Yang Dian coming to the night market, it was naturally for the used book stall there.

He was able to find the ancient martial Secret Manual, Dragon Claw Hand, at the used book stall, so it was possible there were other Cultivation Techniques hidden among the books.

In this interim period before mission merits were issued, this was the most reliable place to quickly acquire Cultivation Techniques.

Walking through the brightly lit night market.

Looking at the bustling scene around him, with people coming and going, laughter, and the sounds of bargaining echoing endlessly.

Yang Dian's emotions, which had been tensed from the battle, immediately relaxed a few points.

Then he quietly sighed.

'This world, on the surface, is a tapestry of prosperity and peaceful times.'

'Citizens watch wars between nations thousands of kilometers away as if they were a grand drama.'

'But in the shadows, it's already a raging inferno.'

'The clashes between nations, between people, and between humanity and nature have reached a breaking point.'

'I wonder how much longer this scene of prosperity can last.'

Standing under the night market's entrance archway, Yang Dian sighed with emotion for a while as he watched the joyful laughter within the market, then he merged into the crowd.

Stinky tofu, fried scorpions, roasted grasshoppers... By the time Yang Dian reached the used book stall, his hands were full of a large string of snacks.

"Liang Zai, you're here again?"

The stall owner was a Guangxi man.

He was sucking on a lollipop, wearing a white vest, and flip-flops.

Seeing Yang Dian stop in front of his stall, he immediately greeted him warmly:

"What are you buying this time?"

Yang Dian looked at the boss with some surprise:

"Boss still remembers me?"

The boss waved his hand:

"Hey~"

"That Dragon Claw Hand had been sitting on my stall for three years."

"I thought I'd be stuck with it and have to pass it on to my son."

"I didn't expect you to come and buy it without a word."

"How could I not remember you?"

The boss really should remember Yang Dian.

The Dragon Claw Hand was an ancient text, the kind whose historical age was obvious at a glance.

When he first bought it, the boss insisted on no less than 30,000, claiming it was the purchase price and he wouldn't sell it for less.

Yang Dian had no choice but to pay and leave.

Now, looking at the boss's beaming face, Yang Dian suddenly had an idea.

'Once the news of Qi Revival and the practicability of ancient martial arts spreads, I'll demonstrate the Dragon Claw Hand in front of the boss and make him buy the Dragon Claw Hand back.'

As the thought arose, a hint of a smile appeared on Yang Dian's face:

"Then, boss, do you have any other ancient martial Secret Manuals that you're stuck with?"

Hearing Yang Dian's words, a hint of suspicion appeared in the boss's eyes.

He then reached out and gestured in front of him:

"Liang Zai, have you grown taller?"

He pointed to a nearby pole:

"A month ago, you reached here."

"Now you reach here."

"Tell Uncle honestly."

"That darn Dragon Claw Hand, can it really be Cultivated?"

Yang Dian nodded, directly admitting:

"Yes!"

"I grew taller because I Cultivated the Dragon Claw Hand."

"Boss, do you want to buy the Dragon Claw Hand back?"

"I won't make a profit from you; just give me 30,000, and I'll return it to you."

The boss squinted at Yang Dian, showing a look that said, 'I've seen through you long ago':

"Oh~ Liang Zai, that's not very honest of you~"

"If you want to return it, just say so; don't beat around the bush trying to trick me."

"I'm telling you, we had a fair transaction, money for goods."

"Even when buying things online, there's only a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy."

"It's been a month since you paid, so don't even think about returning it~"

Seeing the boss's disdainful and wary expression, Yang Dian couldn't help but shrug:

"I really did master the Dragon Claw Hand; believe it or not, it's up to you."

"If you don't buy it back this time, the next time you want to, it won't be this price."

The boss said nothing, just kept staring at Yang Dian.

His eyes were full of 'You're making it up, keep making it up, I'll just stand here and watch you make it up'.

Seeing this, Yang Dian could only spread his hands, then flipped through the old books on the stall and asked:

"Since you don't want to buy it back, boss, then forget it."

"It's still the same question as before."

"Do you have any other ancient martial Secret Manuals?"

The boss turned around and pulled out a wooden box, riddled with wormholes, from the tricycle behind him.

"I really do."

Saying that, he opened the wooden box and took out three yellowed ancient texts from inside, placing them solemnly in front of Yang Dian:

"Iron Shirt, Grass Tread Flight, Hun Yuan Strength."

"30,000 for one, 100,000 for three. Pay if you want them."

Yang Dian was stunned:

"Boss, did you mispeak?"

"30,000 for one, 100,000 for three?"

The boss nodded affirmatively.

"Didn't mispeak, it's 30,000 for one, 100,000 for three."

"Buy it or don't, I don't care."

In his opinion, Yang Dian either came to cause trouble, wanting to return the Dragon Claw Hand he bought a month ago.

Or he had a client and was planning to resell ancient texts from him to others.

What exactly it was, he didn't care.

Anyway, he wouldn't take back goods that had been sold, and if someone wanted to make money from him, he had to get a cut, no matter how small.

Thinking this, he also patted the wooden box in his hand, which raised dust with a touch:

"Buy three, get one wooden box free."

Yang Dian looked deeply at the boss, picked up the three Secret Manuals on the table, and flipped through them.

Confirming that they were all genuine, all could be Cultivated, and that the Iron Shirt was the hard Cultivation Technique he needed, he immediately raised his left hand, which blurred into a phantom, and took the wooden box from the boss's hand.

With his right hand, he picked up his phone and scanned the QR code in front of the stall.

"Beep, WeChat payment received, 100,000 yuan."

The payment received message broadcast from the Bluetooth speaker was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the bustling night market.

"100,000?"

"Did I hear that right? 100,000?"

"The sound seems to be coming from Old Chen's side."

"Holy cow, Old Chen is going to get rich! Last month he sold an old book for 30,000, and this month he directly received 100,000?"

"Is the used book business really that good? Wife, why don't we just go sell used books too?"

"It better not be Old Chen watching some novel or short video and accidentally connecting to Bluetooth."

"Young man, what did you buy that cost 100,000 yuan? Don't let that Old Chen trick you!"

Listening to the clamor around him and seeing the crowd gradually gathering to watch the excitement, Yang Dian casually put the three ancient texts into the wooden box, then waved to the boss:

"Payment and goods cleared."

"See you again if fate allows."

With that, he disregarded the boss's stunned expression, directly parted the crowd, and merged into the flow of people.

Watching Yang Dian leave without looking back, Chen Guodong couldn't help but take out the lollipop he had been holding in his mouth, slightly opening his mouth in a dazed expression.

"He really paid?"

"Can those things really be Cultivated?"

"But I've Cultivated them for so long, don't I know if they're real?"

"Everyone talks about finding a treasure."

"It better not be that the wooden box, riddled with wormholes everywhere, is the real treasure!"

Thinking this, he patted his own head again.

"Forget it, I don't care."

"Anyway, one box and four books, it only cost me 30,000 yuan in total."

"If I can make a profit, I won't lose out!"